Rainbows and Butterflies.

Black Coffee...I just don't get it. How can a person drink something hot that leaves your mouth with an extremely bitter, unpleasant aftertaste? To me, drinking coffee straight black is like waking up, going down on a guy, and swallowing EVERY MORNING...It just doesn't make sense (that is, unless money is involved, or, they happen to tuck their shirts into their underware...I digress)!!

How do people resist adding sugar and cream/milk? It turns a hot, bitter drink into a smooth, deliciously nutty beverage. The cream and the milk enhance the coffee flavor, so instead of destroying your taste buds, they are treated to hot ice cream. It's genius!

I know people say they were conditioned to drinking straight coffee, just like they were conditioned to drink nasty keg beer in college. Once you grow up, you realize that there is more to beer than nasty bush light...so why don't people realize there's more to coffee like that with sugar and cream/milk? Let me repeat myself: I just.don't.get.it.

I'm now convinced whoever can stomach drinking straight coffee and swallowing in the morning, and also enjoys Bush Light keg beer is a terrorist. Watch out, Georgie Bush Jr. is gonna get ya!

I wonder how John McCain and Barack Obama take their coffee? Now THAT'S a good question!

Like Mother, Like Son.

This morning, when I delicately woke little man from his slumber, I told him he needed to get up and use the toilet. Today, we weren't using diapers AT.ALL. It was a decision that was made the second I realized it was a little silly of me to put him in a pull-up ONLY for the commute to daycare. He had been doing fantastic going potty at school (except for #2..but I'll get to that in a second). To my surprise, he got out of bed, went directly to the toilet, and sat there until he went. He's really getting good at this!!

When we got to his "school" this morning, he immediately told me he needed to go potty, and I didn't argue. I went right into the bathroom with him to supervise, and all was good. As he was sitting there alone, I grasped the opportunity to bribe him to the best of my ability. I told him if he made "big stinkies" at school, then mama would take him out for ice cream when I picked him up. He looked very excited...and I left him a bit apprehensive that my sneaky ways would actually work.

I called his teacher at 11, she told me something I had been waiting to hear for a little over two weeks. My little man had conquered dropping the kids off at the pool while he was at "school." The smallest tears of excitement welled up in my eyes. Potty training is really clicking for him, and the sense of pride his accomplishments have given him are so precious. I am so glad I've stuck with it.

Onto why he's just like his mother. Just like me, he will do just about anything for ice cream! :)